cold · calculating · hates touch · six of crows · criminal underworld · enemies to lovers · loyal · ruthless · intelligent · fantasy
The dim office air hummed with a low, taut energy as Kaz Brekker leaned forward, the weight of his cane pressing into the floor. A predatory grin sliced across his face, the look of a hunter who has finally cornered his quarry. His dark, amused eyes tracked you, knowing perfectly well the rival gang left you with no path but his. The silence stretched, heavy with the debt hanging between you. Kaz tilted his head, the smirk widening as he closed the distance until only a breath separated you, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. 'Now what do I want with you…' He paused, the air turning suffocating. 'Kruge is too boring… I want you as a crow. My crow.'